“Why do you believe in fate?”
“What makes you think I do?”
“Question the question, very good.”
“No I’m not…tell me, why do you think I do?”
“Believe in fate?”
“Yes.”
“Well you’ve asked me if I do often enough.”
“I have not.”
“Yes you have. I just thought it was reasonable to assume you did.”
“Do you?”

“Not in the way some people seem do, it’s ridiculous going around thinking that you can’t really do anything about anything. Why bother trying do anything at all?”
“But that some things are meant to happen. Do you believe that?”
“I don’t know, I think you can draw conclusions from patterns of behaviour which you could see as fate if you wanted. Certain people are more likely to do certain things, but when they do it’s not because they were pre-destined to. It’s more like they were pre-disposed to.”
“So nothing is meant to be?”
“I don’t know, I wouldn’t go that far, but it’s kind of a scary proposition to think, well, everything is meant to happen. You start to think, well where does what I want I fit into this.”
“But how do you know what you want.”
“Well you don’t really, it’s just fate.”
“Very funny.”
“It’s fate that we ended up here you know.”
“How do you know that.”
“Because it’s what I wanted – that’s fate, you see.”
“You know, I was just going to say how much more beautiful it all seems now that you’re here with me.”
“But you just did anyway.”
“Yes, but saying I was going to say it sort-of qualifies the statement, doesn’t it.”
“Well, yes.”
“I’ve wanted to say it for a while now but I thought it might change things too much. You might run away.”
“Where to? We’re pretty much in the middle of nowhere, and you can run faster than I can anyway.”
“Oh yes, I’m the madman with the car with central locking. I’m serious, you know what I mean.”
“Yes.”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything but I’ve got a big mouth and sometimes the wrong thing comes out and then everything turns into a big mess and, well, I should have just kept my mouth shut.”
“I feel the same way.”
“That I should have kept my mouth shut?”
“No, that it seems more beautiful here now that you’re here.”
“Thank you.”
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“Because you would never have said it if I hadn’t said it first. You never do. And the reason I’m smiling like this is because I want to kiss you now but I don’t think that I should say that, but now I have… now I’m wondering if you’re going to say it too, now that I have opened up my mouth again and said another thing I shouldn’t have said…”
“I want to kiss you.”
“You know you shouldn’t say that because I will. You know I want to.”
“I want you to too. I’ve wanted you to for a long time.”
“So why didn’t you just come out and say it, or better still just do it.”
“It must be some spell.”
“Well we are in the woods.”
“Aren’t you a little scared out here in the forest, miles from anywhere, with someone you hardly know?”
“I think I’m pretty safe.”
“I may take that as a challenge to prove you wrong.”
“Oh might you now?”
“Yes I just might. We’d better start walking again or you never know what might happen.”
“Why, what might happen?”
“Very funny. Now you’re teasing me. I might just kiss you right now.”
“Might you just.”
“Now you’re teasing me again. You know I’m worried that everything might change if that happened.”
“Everything probably would.”
“You know what I mean. I just think we… I don’t know, I don’t want to talk about it. Lets just walk again.”
“I’m quite enjoying talking about it now.”
“No, you’re enjoying my discomfort.”
“So now I’m just being cruel, am I?”
“No of course not. But why is it that I get the feeling that you like it when I tell you how I feel about you, but whenever we get too close you change the subject, or you make a joke about it then change the subject, or…I don’t know, we’d better just walk”
“Ok”
“Now you sound sad. I shouldn’t have said…”
“Come here…”
Falling, falling…when I open my eyes I will be looking into your eyes, still falling.
Like autumn leaves
Falling
Together
Into each other’s eyes
Softly falling

“Lets walk more.”
“What’s wrong.”
“Nothing, everything is perfect. That’s what’s wrong. It never lasts. It will all change now.”
“It’s already changed.”
“I know. I want to kiss you again.”
Do you know you are like the morning sun in my arms. Do you know the exquisite pain you cause me. Do you?
“I want to make love to you.”
“I want you to.”
We should just die in each other’s arms, now. It will never be like this again.
It’s already changing in ways we can’t even know or understand.
So perfect now, but it’s only like this because were innocent… until now.
It’s true, there is fate.
Terrible fate.
Our fate is to taste the perfect fruit of the garden, only to fall from grace.

“I was going to say I love you.”
“You just did…”
“Yes…”